Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-08-31
A Marble Love.

Dor. .hea Deane had one daughter, a
sOft-eyed, brown-haired little thing
called Dea, who was born few weeks
after her father died and whom she was
very proud of In her cold blooded way.
Dea was born singer aud often In the
evening her rich, sweet voice could be
heard as she drove the cows home or
when she churned IN the dairy. AS
the girl grew older her voice became
famous throughout the country. and
finally Dorothea decided that such
talent should be cultivated and sent
her daughter abroad to study with the
best masters.
Dea returned after five years of ardu-
GUS work in her art and Nine. Leno!r,
the leader of the musical and artistic
world in New Yosk, gave her recep-
ton.
AS she stood by the piano to sing to
this critical, cultured aSSemblage there
was not one particle of fear or embar-
rassment on the girls face. Her early
training had made her too purposeful
and self-sustaIned, and, besides, she
was too Individual a character to feel
any nervous tremor. AS she turned To
them and began to sing a man leaned
forward and studied her face 1ntently.
AS she finished her song and the clear.
magnificent voice died away, she raised
h4r eyes and met this mans glance for
an instant, and the warm blOod swept
over her face as she turned TO receive
the shower OF applause and respond to
the people who were beg gging an intro
ductIOn to her.
Nine. Lenoir made her way to the
gentleman who had so intently noticed
lan anI aGlyaI aanarlr.
what do you think of her? Is not
her voice grand? Such wonderful
power, such rendering of every
notel''
Yes, all this and more" he an
swered; "but it still lacks something. -
And that is2" interrogated ma
! dame.
Feeling" he said smiling. land
Think very slowly and half to him.
self. ''she can love-
"Oh, she is here!' exclaimed ma
dame Let me make my two best
friends known to each other. This is
an Introduction / have lCng desired tC
| make"
1t was Taine, the sculptor. 4 few
minutes later Dea was leaning on his
arm, listening to quiet, manly voice
! that thrilled her as no other ever
had.
Let us go out of this heated room, -
he said, and she assented, w 'llingly.
They stepped out on the vine COW
| cred balcony and stood alone in tn,
bright starlight. She looked up into
his eyes and said with light laugh:
$50 you think can love2"
es," he answered, you can anC
will"
But" she said, following out he
own thoughts, "I am cold, frozen bl
those dreadful Puritans and the chill
wintry winds Oh" with a littl
shiver, show bleak it was always! Sucl
childhood, repressed, reproved, no
allowed to move, to speak or think; d.
you wonder there is no feeling in m
voiceP' Without waiting for q repl
she continued: '.How oddly We talk
for strangersl"
They wandered on into the conserva
to y, IN which the air was heavy wit
the sweetness of brilliant and odorou
1)wers.
You and never were strangers,
said Taine. "When our eyes first me
there was recognition and sympathy.
think our souls have met IN the spiri
land. When we slept, perhaps" h
added, laughingly.
So they talked on, these two, forget
ting for the time the world, music AM
everything but themselves.
From that time Taine became fire
quent visitor at the Deane's house an
DOrothea looked forward to his comm
with as much interest almost as Des
He liked to sit with them in the even
ing hour when the fire lit up the tw
beautiful faces. The mother, like on
of his marble creations; the daughter
warm, living, loving.
The one, a realization of his ideal i
art; the other, of an earthly love. S
they sat tonight. He was deep in
reverie, of which Dea grew impatient
! and, rising, went to the piano. Tain
was musing, and looking straight q